Noting that the light under Bianca’s bed was off, St Just shrugged.

It had been a long tiring day, he thought as he yawned and continued up the stairs to his own rooms.

Stretching his long limbs, he slid out of his clothes and went to sleep, dreaming of Bianca.

*

In her room, Bianca was still locked up in the bathroom. She had remained quiet, refusing to respond when St Just had knocked lightly. And being the gentleman he was, despite his kink side, he had left quietly.

She sat for hours on the cool marble tiles, her knees drawn to her chin, staring out through the high window...